And all the Reasons, that prevail
Are measur'd, not by Weight, but Tale.

As in all great and crowded Fairs Monsters and Puppet-plays are Wares, Which in the less will not go off, Because they have not Money enough: So Men in Princes Courts will pass, That will not in another Place.

Logicians use to clap a Propofition, As Juftices do Criminals, in Prison;

And in as learn'd authentic Nonfenfe writ The Names of all their Moods and Figures

fit:

For a Logician's one, that has been broke
To ride and pace his Reafon by the Book,
And by their Rules, and Precepts, and Exam-
ples,

To put his Wits into a kind of Tramels.

Thofe get the least, that take the greatest
Pains,

But most of all i'th' Drudgery of Brains,

A natural Sign of Weakness, as an Ant
Is more laborious than an Elephant;
And Children are more bufy at their Play,
Than those, that wifely'st pass their Time away.

All the Inventions, that the World contains, Were not by Reason first found out, nor Brains; But pass for theirs, who had the Luck to light Upon them by Mistake, or Overfight.

To his MISTRESS.

D°

O not unjustly blame
My guiltless Breast,

For vent'ring to disclose a Flame,
It had fo long fuppreft.

In its own Ashes it defign'd
For ever to have lain,

But that my Sighs like Blafts of Wind,
Made it break out again.

To the SAME.

O not mine Affection flight,

D'Caufe my Locks with Age are

white :

Your Breafts have Snow without, and Snow

within,

While Flames of Fire in your bright Eyes are

feen.

TRIPLETS

UPON

A VA RICE.

A

S Mifers their own Laws enjoin To wear no Pockets in the Mine, For Fear they should the Oar purloin:

So he, that toils and labours hard
To gain, and what he gets has spar'd,
Is from the Ufe of all debarr'd.

And tho' he can produce more Spankers
Than all the Ufurers and Bankers,
Yet after more and more he hankers;

And after all his Pains are done,
Has nothing he can call his own,
But a mere Livelihood alone.

EPIGRAM

ON A

CLUB of SOT S.

T

HE jolly Members of a toping Club,
Like Pipeftaves, are but hoop'd into a
Tub;

And in a close Confederacy link,

For nothing else, but only to hold Drink.

DESCRIPTION OF HOLLAND.

A

Country that draws fifty Foot of Water,
In which Men live, as in the Hold of
Nature;

And when the Sea does in upon them break,
And drown a Province, does but spring a Lake;
That always ply the Pump, and never think
They can be fafe, but at the Rate they stink ;